Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-08-17
The: ,Sturp Teller.
From the New York Clipper.
ADA LEE;
THE MYSTERY OF DEUTERoscoPY.
BY WILLIAM H. BUSHNELL.

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doubt and disaster.
It was so with Rex Wilbur and Ada Lee
as they sat by the sea watching the gulls
dipping their white wings in the placid
water, and the ripples that broke in tiny
foam-beads, and with soft feline purring
at their feet. For little time there had
been silence between them. Feeling had
become too deep for utterance. The dread
that they might never meet again weighed
down their hearts. Almost uncOnsci0 i0usly
Wilbur had taken the parasol from the
hand of Ada Lee and traced his name
with its point in the shining sand. Then,
and with his pulse quickened by new
emotion, he looked up and asked:
ssIs it to be thus, darlingw
"Thus? do not understand" she an
swered, questioningly, and with deeper
bushes curdling upon her cheeks.
SIS my name traced only in the shifting
sands of your heart, and liable to be washed
away by the waves of separation ?"
"Never! Living or dead I will be true
toyou, will ever be with YOU"
He looked at her with an awed and
startled expression creeping into his man
ly and usually beaming face, laid his hand
tenderly upon hers, looked earnestly into
the large, luminous black eyes, and con-
tinued:
"Do you believe in Theosophy, Ada ?"
'No, dear, not that we are wise as God
flesh we shall ever know aught OF His hid
den mysteries in the sense that he per-
mits souls when separated to hold COM
munion together do believe"
"That is simply theoretic."
sit has been proven as clearly as the bow
He set in the heavens declares His majes-
ty and glory" and her voice deepened,
became more pulsed in feeling, more subtle
and penetrating in its magnetism.
"You mean, darling, that when sleeping
you will dream of me?"
s'That, and very much more than that.
You remember-we read it together in the
De Divieatione the soul hourishes in
sleep, freed from the senses and all i'm
pending cares, while the body lies supine,
as if dead.'"
eyes, and proving my assertion"
"And, to quote again from the same
source, when the soul in sleep is screened
from companionship and the contagion OF
the body, it remembers the past, discerns
the present, foresees the future"
ITO deny that visions come during
slumber would be obstinately idiotic. But
this can be accounted for by natural
causes"
sometimes; yet there are we'll authen-
ticated cases-plenty of them--where
dreams have been prophetic"
"Possibly."
''I have faith in beyond, in waking
ones, in the soul-and I use the term as
something higher, greater and farther
reaching than what is termed mind"
"The two terms are but synonymous for
single sense"
"Not so. Mind is simply earthly; the
soul is essentially and supremely spiritu-
al; mind is finite, the soul is infinite-is
not fettered by time or space; is indepen-
dent of surroundings, of distance, and the
lenses through which it looks are cleansed
from all mortal film."
perhaps" he answered, doubtfully and
uneasily, ''there may come such moment
just prior to DEATH"
"There do come moments of blissful
foreknowledge then, but the divining
power is not confined to the dissolution
Of mortal flesh and spiritual essence. 1t
may be in the many, only strong and active
in the few, vague and shadowy in the
masses, giving the prescience of divinity
only to very small minority"
ssAnd you, Ada? Have you this myste-
rious, this occult, this wonderful gift OF
second-sight?" he asked with uncertain
voice and quivering nerves.
"Of Deuteroscopy that is dreaming
without sleeping, seeing things happening
or to happen miles away, having painted
in glowing lights and shades upon my
waking brain what is transpiring or soon
to transpire though seas divide and noun
tains intervene ?"
'That is what would know, dear"
81 have frequently had premonitions of
such power. Premonitions I say, for it
raa,,i~eo ooroo cfropor innontiva iOf1ulnca
or passion to call it fully and forcibly into
action"
"As love ?"
'That is the most potent of all, for it is
the direct infiltration of the divine into
the human; but earnest sympathy, pity,
the hoping to save from disaster, the i'm
perative against coming danger will give
to the soul wings, to thought transference,
to the spirit telegraphic currents"
"You believe, then," he questioned,
"that when I am Thousand miles away
you can send your soul seeking for mine,
and, having found, can inform me of your
presence, can whisper with spirit lips, as
you are now doing with mortal ones!
am one in the dark searching for light"
$50 are we all. The wisest in psyche
logy, the deepest student in the phenom-
ena of hypnotism, of psychomacy, are
but as children learning to walk. We
may reach a higher plane, but never the
highest until there is q final and total sep
aration of spirit and matter, of earthly dust
and the reflection of the glory of the God
head"
"You believe this ?" he repeated, unable
to dispute, wondering at the slight, usual
ly pale girl who in the hour of parting had
been born as to new life and become
pulsed with spirit above and beyond
the earth had become radiant with beau
ty such as she had never before possessed.
He looked at her, startled at the change,
amazed at the development, and the latent
force of character and knowledge she re-
vealed.
Her eyes had become brilliantly phos-
phoreous; the electric induction of her
it rayed out lambent sparkles and shot
bee-like stings. Her breath was hot and
deeply drawn. Every nerve is quivering
with excitement though the muscles were
firm and form braced as that of an athlete
awaiting attack. She appeared to him
the incarnation of the spirit in the flesh.
and his love became tinged with awe and
partook more of reverence.
But, notwithstanding her mental excite
ment and almost inspiration, her words
were calmly uttered as she answered:
''The incident, dream foretelling of the
doom of the unfortunate Andre just prior
to his embarkation for America; the ghast-
lyimages reflected upon the negative of
the brain of Macbeth as depicted by Shake
speare; the visions of the gifted Highland
Seer recorded by Scott in the Legend of
Montrose, are too familiar to need repeat
ing. So are the writings of SWedenborg
Indeed, to use the words of another, that
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